Page 34 of Royally Promoted

‘Still okay with the view?’ he asked huskily.

‘Better than the Empire State Building...’ She breathed.

‘I’m in favour of that comparison. Your turn now.’

‘My turn?’

‘I get on the bed and watch you strip down to your birthday suit.’

‘Uh...really...?’

Malik leant down, caging her in, and nuzzled the side of her neck and he didn’t stand back as he looked at her with serious, dark eyes.

‘Are you shy?’

‘Reasonably. It’s not that unusual.’

‘You’re beautiful.’ He kissed her slowly and tenderly until she was melting from the inside out. ‘But you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Lucy. And that includes doing a striptease for me, much as I would enjoy the view.’

He joined her on the bed and undressed her in the semi-darkness, respecting her shyness, and Lucy loved him for that.

She had never felt like this before, never felt such tenderness as the final piece of came off, joining his in a heap on the floor.

She sighed and forgot about thinking altogether as Malik began to explore her body. He kissed her until she wanted to explode, until she was pushing her body hard against his, squirming with her hand behind his neck, caressing and drawing him as close as it was possible for him to be.

It had been a long, long time and never like this. She felt reckless and wanton. She wasn’t the young, naïve girl who had once given her heart and her body to a guy who had ended up hurting her. She was a woman yielding to the sort of passion she had never dreamt possible. Daringly, she parted her legs so that he could sink between them, and she shivered at the bulge of his erection against her, the promise of penetration filling her with unbridled excitement.

She arched up as his big hands cupped her breasts and then shuddered with pure pleasure when he took one of her stiffened nipples into his mouth to suckle on it, his tongue darting over the bud, driving her crazy so that the sighs turned into moans and her body heaved under his.

‘I want you...’ She groaned.

‘No more than I want you...’

He caressed her breasts, stopping now and again to take deep, steadying breaths, then he began to work his way down her body, which was smooth, rounded and soft under his hands. He raised her heavy breasts and licked the sensitive skin beneath them... He rubbed her nipples until they were tough under the pads of his fingers and, when he trailed his tongue along her rib cage and down to her belly button, it was unhurriedly, as if he had all the time in the world.

If his painfully throbbing erection was anything to go by, then time was definitely not on his side. But he wanted to please this woman, wanted to make sure nothing was rushed, wanted to take her gently and feel her body and his move as one. Wanted to watch the spread of a satisfied smile warm her face.

Jesus, he wanted to be romantic. It was a notion he squashed just as soon as it appeared. Romance? No. This wasn’t about romance. Romance was alien to him; it was something that was a recipe for disaster.

This was about desire. Desire fitted perfectly into his well-oiled world. It was something he could control. Were there risks attached? Fact was, they understood one another, so what would those risks be—what? Besides, at this point, he felt as though he was on a fast-moving train, something thundering along, carrying him on it, something from which, right at this very moment, it would be be impossible to dismount.

He dipped his tongue into her belly button and then went lower and felt her shudder helplessly against him. He nuzzled into the soft down between her thighs and, when he parted the folds of her womanhood, she cried out in a near sob and held her body still for a few seconds.

He flicked the sensitive bud and she tossed and writhed under him. Her fingers were curled into his hair and, yes, he could have brought her to a climax—he could feel her edging inexorably towards one—but he wanted and needed to be inside her.

He was so close to coming himself, as he straightened and hunted briefly for the pack of condoms he kept in his wallet, that he had to try and detach himself—difficult when she was naked on his bed, a vision of absolute perfection.

‘Hurry up,’ she urged, tossing and looking at him with hot, slumberous eyes.

‘A demanding woman. I like it...and I’d like nothing better than to oblige.’

He entered her with a deep, steady thrust, felt her tighten around him, heard her rapid breathing and soft moans and he was filled with a sense of wellbeing and satisfaction.

He watched her as she came, watched the rise of colour flooding her cheeks, her parted mouth and her fluttering lashes, and only then did he allow himself to let go. And, when he did, it was...explosive.

The best thing he’d ever felt, as if he’d gone through a portal and, just for a while, had entered a completely different universe.

He was still on a high when, eventually, his orgasm subsided and he rolled off her and lay flat with one hand over his eyes. He felt her wriggle onto her side and then he could feel her eyes boring into him. He wondered whether regrets might happen. He hoped not.

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